Demons

I gotta lotta problems cnd I don't think I can solve 'em I gotta lotta demons Would you like to see them? What do I do with all this hurt that I just can't explain? I'm on a thousand downers right now, I can feel it in my veins Just to feel the rush, I put this fully loaded gun to my brain But If they ask me how I'm doing, I just say that I really can't complain I'm still shedding tears, everyday I deal with fucking hurt My ex hit me on my phone but I'm way too fucked up now to deal with her I put the gun to my head since everybody always say they hate me Click click, bow, I forgot the gun was on safety I gotta lotta problems cnd I don't think I can solve 'em I gotta lotta demons Would you like to see them? clways tearing me up from the inside Chemical withdrawals on the decline Shaking up my vision, up the prescription On a new type just to feel right My bones hanging up in your closet, its like you deposit Little parts of me till I'm stuck in your pocket Threaded next to your heart on your shoulder Till you realize, I'm just not your thing I feel, I feel disgusting by the way I handled this The idea of suicide was just bliss Struggled up from the abyss, where my roots refused to grow You loved to burn me at both ends, until I thought I lost my soul I gotta lotta problems cnd I don't think I can solve 'em I gotta lotta demons Would you like to see them?